Claudia was standing in front of her easel, painting a still life of the roses she'd received today. In honor of the day, she was wearing red tights with white flowers on them, a bright pink miniskirt...with an enormous red heart pinned onto it. She hummed happily to herself as she painted, reliving some of the better parts of the dance in her mind. The door was open. [OOC: And so's the post.]